Stephen ‘tWitch’ Boss’ Autopsy Complete, Cause Of Death Confirmed As Gunshot Wound To Head

Stephen ‘tWitch’ Boss, known as a judge on “So You Think You Can Dance,” has passed away at the age of 40. The Los Angeles Medical Examiner has confirmed that the cause of death was a “gunshot wound to the head,” and the manner is labeled as “suicide.”

Circumstances of Discovery tWitch was found at the Oak Tree Inn by a maid who discovered him after he missed his check-out time. The motel manager told RadarOnline.com that no gunshots were heard by staff, and no visible suicide note was left in the room. However, a small bag that tWitch brought with him was found in the room.

Motel Activities The motel, located in Encino, CA, was a 14-minute walk from tWitch’s home. Photos showed “vehicles and people coming and going” the day after the incident.

911 Call and Next Steps The motel manager reported the discovery to 911. tWitch’s body is now ready to be released to his wife, Allison Holker.

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